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Safe House

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Walk with me down memory lane

Filled with darkness, vile, and pain

The streets at night, are alive like a functioning machine

People doing wrong all around at the masses 

Money encourages choices without conciousness 

The urge to get high, drunk falling 

And it seemed Death was always the Ultimate End Calling 

Now come with me to the house as a young teen resided

Within was like a military boot camp (NO JOKE)

My upbringing was fueled by my Step Father, a Vietnam Sergeant that stayed wired tight on making sure I did beyond shores

An Old school Mother that will check me if I ever brought home a C score and Slap me into an A student

Ultimately of me expecting more

Now today I can look back and undoubtedly say, In my youth I had a Safe House

That's why I am the Man that I am today

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mlowe5 says:

Great awareness and a beautiful tribute. Yes. we had some great youthful homing "boot camps"! ONE. PEACE AND LOVE.

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